"A Mountaineer Saturday"
“A Mountaineer Saturday”
The creek is rising, brown and gold the scent of a thousand hunts plumes into the November cold ash, locust, and cherry trees bearing their eccentricities into the noses of trucks passing by.
The temperature is dynamic, fleeting the deer hunters rise early with their rifles repeating the sage old lore of years before, a cup of coffee, some jerky, a pastry and off into the darkness they join the…
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